The wall of sand, so tall it touched the sky, advanced at an incredible speed.
Dark purple vortexes of Energy spun madly within it, like countless giant pythons writhing in the sandstorm.
Ghastly white lightning tore through the sky, each flash illuminating the heart-stopping chaos within the Storm.
"Dammit!"
Duraga gripped the console tightly, his knuckles white from the force.
"This is no simple, natural Storm! I've never seen anything like this!"
Bronson's Magic Net Detector shrieked, the crystals on its surface shattering one after another.
"The Magic Net is collapsing!"
The scholar's voice trembled.
"The very structure of this space is being torn apart!"
Avril pressed herself against a porthole, her face pale from what her keen Elven Perception was telling her.
"There's something screaming in the Storm... It's not the wind. It's the roar of a living thing!"
All the strings on Galvis's Lute suddenly snapped. He stared in horror at the Frost forming on them.
